That Place
/I have always wanted to go to
that place,
as a child I had seen it in a picture book.
Now, years later I stood where
that photographer stood.
The image he had taken
was so burned into my mind,
with the lush vegetation leading down
to a wide sandy beach where the gentle
waves touched the shore.
Off to the side was a thatched roofed cottage
enclosed by a rock wall and wooden gate;
a deep rutted dirt road ran in front,
where two older women stood talking,
no doubt discussing,
the beauty of their surroundings.
The whole scene was wrapped in brilliant
sky blue with white billowy clouds
that stretched from horizon to horizon.
As I stood there, it was as if everything had vanished,
and in its place someone had erected
tall apartment buildings
with blacktopped roads leading to
who knows where.
The beach was no longer,
in its place was a parking lot.
The ocean, now angry as it
beat against the concrete sea wall
meant to hold it at bay.
I too, was equally sad,
as the dreams of my youth
had been wiped away.
By David Painter
From: United States
Instagram: painterphotoghpy